Say what?

As my very young male server showed me to my table this morning, I thought for a moment he called me "dear."

Naw. That would just be insulting and patronizing and, worst of all, insincere.

I had driven out of my way after an early morning assessment in Plano to try a local restaurant called The Egg and I.  It had good reviews and with a name like that, come on. 

"Can I get you something to drink, dear?"

Turns out there's nothing wrong with my hearing. Ugh. There he went, violating one of my pet peeves, thinking his phony baloney endearment is folksy.  It's not. Some servers can pull it off, but typically these servers are closer to my age. You know the type, they have that server cred. He most certainly did not. In another 20 years, maybe.

Usually I like to over-tip. Instead I decided to subtract a dollar for each fake endearment. So I hope he enjoyed that one extra dollar.

Ok, on paper that sounds lame. Next time I will say something. Maybe.

The food was excellent. I give it 3.5 out of 4. The grits were almost perfect, which is a difficult feat.  Shows the chef cares. I had the open-faced veggie omelet. Too much cheese, but crispy around the edges, which was nice. The English muffin could have used less butter. The coffee was primo. I had the dark roast. It was as good as any high-end coffee shop. I look forward to another breakfast there.